For What is to Die

Jun 25

For what is to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt in the sun?

And what is to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides,

that it may rise and expand and seek unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese-American writer, poet and visual artist

It’s my sixtieth trip around the sun this year. I share some wisdom, some photography, some poetry and prayers for the journey ahead.

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